Savemefromthisnightmare - Nothing, Nowhere

I hate myself.

I hate my face.

I hate my eyes.

I hate my ears.

I hate my nose.

I hate my mouth.

I hate my lips.

I hate my hair.

I hate my neck.

I hate my shoulders.

I hate my chest.

I hate my back.

I hate my belly.

I hate my hips.

I hate my arms.

I hate my hands.

I hate my fingers.

I hate my skin.

I hate my crotch.

I hate my thighs.

I hate my knees.

I hate my legs.

I hate my feet.

I hate my ankles.

I hate my toes.

I hate my smile.

I hate my laugh.

I hate my scars.

I hate my stretch marks.

I hate my bones.

I hate my body hair.

I hate my voice.

I hate my mind.

I hate my thoughts.

I hate my dysphoria.

I hate my depression.

I hate my anxiety.

I hate my eating disorders.

I hate my trauma.

I hate my nightmares.

I hate my past.

I hate my memories.

I hate my childhood.

I hate my adolescence.

I hate my adulthood.

I hate my existence.

I hate my life.

I just hate every single thing about myself so fucking much...

✞ 666 ✞

Does anyone else desperately need instructions to function but also hates being told what to do

15 May, 1929 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret (1852-1929) "Orpheus' Sorrow" (1876) Oil on canvas

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.

Florence + the Machine / How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful